Dimensional Descent

Rotsan's shock reached an untold level. He was certain that he had done enough to block Leonel, whether that be his laser or the subsequent attack. But, he had somehow lost his arm.

That should have been impossible! His laser was a hidden measure and carried the impact of a Tier 9 expert, not to mention a speed that dwarfed even a Quasi Sixth Dimensional existence.

To make matters worse, his strike should have been more than enough to deal with a Tier 1 expert like Leonel who had only grasped the Four Seasons Realm. But, to his shock, not only was Leonel's Four Seasons Realm far more powerful than any Rotsan had ever come across before, but his Winter Artistic Conception was actually able to corrode his Force.

The result was the Force Rotsan prepared as a counter being rendered useless and his arm flying off as a result.

To Rotsan's horror, Leonel's assault didn't come to an end, nor did Noah take even a step back. Their oppressive auras rose in unison, burying Rotsan's own beneath their might.

Rotsan dove to the side, running from Leonel's blade and trying to slip Noah's in such a way that the two Princes would be forced to clash.

However, it was right at that moment that a new oppression descended.

Leonel's gaze was cold, the pale violet hues of his irises dancing with a darker and darker light.

He held out his silver dual bladed spear, the air around it trembling.

Leonel had had this spear in his possession for a very long time. But, he had never been able to use its Domain. Every attempt he made resulted in the spear fighting back, its disdain for him being almost palpable. However, things were different now.

A buzzing sound appeared from thin air, the spear continuing to tremble.

"Duality."

Leonel and Noah's speeds suddenly broke through a barrier. Realizing the change, Noah no longer hesitated, his body weight increasing explosively as a sheen of diamond coated his skin. His saber doubled in size as he swung down.

He tried to retreat again, but for some reason

a sudden realization hitting him. The percentage of his speed he lost was exactly how much Leonel and Noah gained, simply

been doing all his life. He realized then that there was no way this was a coincidence. Was this the ability of

throwing out everything he had to survive. But, the delicate instruments of his Radix Cube had been destroyed by Leonel right at the outset of the battle,

planned this from the very beginning, driving him into a corner from the start and ensuring that he never got to use his full strength as a Quasi Sixth Dimensional

extreme. Rotsan wanted to shout this out at the top of his lungs, to warn his brother and the others of what they

…

the ship above, an eerie silence had fallen. Avarone Radix's veins popped along his forehead, the aura of a Sixth Dimensional existence threatening to shatter the space around him. The

"Head, I will go!"

the planet, the reality was that

"Go!" Avarone practically growled.

…

clashed. Rotsan's body was beaten and bloodied, barely using the reserves of his strength to hold on. But, it was very quickly

him, the youths of Earth watched on coldly, a pride blooming in their hearts as they watched their

were weak? That they

violet aura hanging around Leonel only seemed to grow thicker while the emerald

saber doubled in size

in retaliation, but his attack speed was suddenly halved while Noah's accelerated even after seemingly already

I'll go all out

causing his skin to quickly turned metallic, all sorts of hidden gadgets within his body piercing outside and coating him from

appeared to his back, his spear arching upward and taking with it Rotsan's other arm just as it rose up to

becoming bronzed as he bit down toward the blade. But, Noah's

resounded, Noah's saber

fluid oil falling out from him. Even nearing his death, he had no idea how Leonel had